Found Poetry 1,091
9/19/22
rain sings from hilltops reaching down the slopes a window of a path attracts like a hungry mouth or rumor in the throat nature does its thing and we overflow in a gleam wade in the stream a link to our host fires that are green with ripples that open and close
This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.
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